All Chapters of SOFT CURVES: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"I’ve always wanted to do this to you, sweetheart. I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long," Vincent murmured, his voice heavy with desire. The words sent a rush of anticipation through Isla, her heart racing as though she could feel the weight of Vincent’s emotions pressing against her. She tried to make sense of the depth in his tone, but it was difficult to put into words. There was something about the way he spoke to her, so tender and full of intent, that made the moment feel heavier than any fleeting desire. It wasn’t just about passion—it was as though he had envisioned this moment, this connection, for longer than either of them had realized. The sincerity in his voice, the emotion that laced every syllable, told her that what they were experiencing together was something far more profound than physical attraction. It was as if he was revealing a piece of his heart to her, something deeper, more lasting, and infinitely more significant.His words hung between them like a pro

It didn’t take long before Vincent kissed her again, his lips pressing softly but firmly against hers. Isla’s heart raced, her thoughts scattered as she felt the heat of his touch. Each kiss seemed to stir something deep within her, pulling her closer into the moment, and yet a part of her remained unsure, lost in the overwhelming emotions of the situation. The intensity of his kiss made everything else fade into the background, and she couldn’t help but surrender to the sensation of his closeness. Every nerve in her body seemed to awaken with his proximity, as if his very presence had the power to electrify her. Her hands trembled slightly, unsure of what to do, but her body leaned into his, betraying her nervousness with her increasing desire. Though she was nervous, a part of her couldn’t deny the craving that stirred inside her—a longing to feel more, to experience the connection that only Vincent could bring. Despite her uncertainty, the pull she felt toward him was undeniable,

If there was anything that changed in Vincent after the incident, it was the fact that Isla could feel more love and respect from him. It was as if he had become more aware of her needs and more considerate of her feelings. This change was something Isla appreciated deeply, and she couldn't help but feel more secure in their relationship. She felt that the bond between them had grown stronger, more intimate, and more real. The way Vincent treated her now, with kindness and understanding, made her feel valued. Every little gesture from him, from the soft look in his eyes to the way he held her hand, made her heart swell with gratitude. For the first time in a while, she felt that the love they shared was genuine, untainted by past mistakes.Despite this newfound warmth, there were moments when Isla felt that Vincent, in his eagerness to express his affection, forgot about the boundaries they had set for themselves. Sometimes, especially in public, he would become so affectionate tha

As they had agreed, that evening, Vincent personally sought permission from his father to accompany Isla to the Simbang Gabi. Her father gave his approval, much to Isla’s quiet delight. She was already in her room working on an assignment when her father entered.Isla’s attention remained fixed on her assignment, her pen gliding across the paper in steady strokes, when the sound of the door opening interrupted her thoughts. Glancing up, she saw her father standing there, his familiar, gentle presence momentarily easing the weight of her responsibilities. “Papa, why are you still awake?” she asked, her voice calm but curious. Isla’s attention was momentarily diverted from her phone as she returned to her work, her mind pushing away the thoughts of Vincent and the lingering warmth of their conversation. She settled back into the rhythm of her assignment, her pen moving across the paper, though a quiet anticipation still hung in the air. She wasn’t sure why, but there was something ab

Isla had always been the type to plan ahead, but the early morning meeting with Vincent caught her off guard. They had agreed to meet at 3 AM, so she had woken up well before dawn, eager to start her day with a warm cup of coffee. The cold morning air greeted her as she made her way to the kitchen, hoping to settle her nerves before the meeting. As she poured the coffee into her cup, she couldn’t help but smile at the thought of spending time with Vincent again. It had become a quiet routine for them—these early mornings where they could connect before the world fully awoke.As she stirred the coffee, Isla was startled when Vincent entered the kitchen, already dressed and looking effortlessly handsome. It was clear that he had been up for some time, probably as early as her, yet he seemed more composed, more at ease. His eyes twinkled as he looked at her, and she couldn’t help but notice the faint traces of coffee still lingering on his lips. "Too bad I missed the chance today," Vinc